再念起他的名字,已是一年以后。我拖着最后一个行李箱,想要离开这座城市,而写着他名字的书,掉了出来。他苍劲的笔迹瞬间勾起过往的回忆,我将书拾起,那一刻泪亦潸然。高三的那年,路云渡如急风暴雨般闯进我的生活,年轻的岁月浸满张扬。当时他坐在我身边,在我书上写下:我听说了你的残缺,让我来教你写字,如何?我瞬间将书打落,连带着脸上肆意流淌的泪水。 And then read his name, it is a year later. I dragged the last suitcase and wanted to leave the city, and the book with his name fell out. His vigorous handwriting instantly aroused memories of the past, I will pick up the book, the moment of tears also sudden. Year of high school, Road Yundu broke into my life like an emergency, young years soaked publicity. At that time, he was sitting beside me and wrote in my book: I have heard of your incompleteness, let me teach you to write, how? I instantly knocked down the book, even with the tears flowing wantonly on my face.